[Starting as a Class 5 Mutant] Chapter 349/350 (Patreon)

Once, under Odin's command, the Valkyrie unit was dispatched to eliminate the goddess of death, Hela. In the end, they all perished. Her last companion gave her life to shield her from one of Hela's deadly blades.

When it was all over, she was the only one left standing.

Because of Odin's orders and Hela's actions, she lost everything.

Walking back to the laser barrier, Valkyrie glared at Thor on the other side and snarled, "Listen carefully, Your Highness. This is Sakaar, not Asgard. I'm a scavenger, not a Valkyrie!"

Before Thor could respond, a burly guard approached to drag him away.

Thor instinctively resisted, but the neural paralyzer on his neck activated instantly.

A buzzing sound rang out as Thor collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

From afar, a voice commanded, "Prepare him!"

Watching Thor convulsing on the floor and about to be dragged off, Valkyrie crouched down, her tone mocking. "No one escapes from here. You're as good as dead!"

Then, as if remembering something, she added with a sneer, "And don't think your shiny little brother is going to save you. He can't do anything either."

Without giving Thor another glance, she turned and left.

Thor's face was etched with frustration.

And before the fight even began, Thor faced another nightmare.

Dragged off by a group of guards, his cherished long hair was unceremoniously shaved off.

"No!"

Thor's despairing cries echoed as his golden locks fell to the ground.

...

Meanwhile, back on Earth.

Iron Man, Tony Stark, using a combination of subtle clues and advanced technology, had finally tracked down the person he sought.

In a secluded alleyway, Tony stood alongside Natasha and others, facing Syd.

Hearing their mention of Hela, Syd frowned. "The goddess of death, Hela?"

Tony, noticing his reaction, raised an eyebrow. "You seem to know her?"

"How do you know about Hela, a figure even Thor doesn't fully understand?"

Natasha interjected, "Tony, don't forget, the White Knight has ties to Asgard as the god of light."

At her words, Tony and the others recalled the rumors about the White Knight being linked to Asgardian deities.

If Syd truly was Balder, the god of light, then his knowledge of Hela made sense.

Unbothered by their surprise, Syd thought about Thor's situation.

"I was planning to visit Asgard anyway. I might as well rescue Thor on the way…"

Of course, his primary motivation was to see Sakaar for himself.

With that thought, he turned to Tony and the others. "I know what to do. You can leave now."

Tony opened his mouth to say something but was stopped by Natasha, who shook her head, signaling him to let it go.

Realizing their tenuous relationship with Syd, Tony decided not to push further.

If not for Thor's situation, Syd wouldn't have bothered with them at all. Continuing to press might anger the enigmatic and formidable White Knight, which wasn't a risk they wanted to take.

With that, Tony and the others left.

Watching their retreating figures, Syd took out the Space Stone. Focusing on his memory of Sakaar, he visualized its chaotic scenery.

A brilliant blue light radiated from the stone, twisting the space around him.

With a swoosh, Syd disappeared.

Moments later, he found himself in an unfamiliar land.

"So, this is Sakaar?"

Looking up at the skies filled with wormholes, Syd observed various items falling through them with fascination.

After taking it all in, he began searching for Thor.

...

Nighttime on Sakaar.

The arena was ablaze with lights, resembling a massive stadium filled with thousands of roaring spectators. Their cheers shook the ground as they awaited the next champion battle.

In the center of the arena, a colossal hologram of the Grandmaster appeared.

"An incredible performance, a beautiful night. Are you all excited?"

"Let's give a round of applause for the challengers who graced tonight's preliminary matches with their corpses!"

"They were extraordinary, truly unmatched…"

The Grandmaster's voice reverberated across the arena, met with thunderous applause and cheers.

From above, Valkyrie crouched at the edge of her ship, gazing down at the arena, waiting for the next match to start.

She knew it was Thor's turn.

Meanwhile, seated near the Grandmaster, Loki also looked down, anticipating Thor's entrance.

In the gladiators' quarters, other fighters, including Korg, peeked through the small bars to watch the upcoming match.

In the arena's center, the Grandmaster continued his announcement.

"Alright, enough chatter. Let's begin!

"Introducing tonight's newcomer. It's his first appearance, but he shows promise and might have some skills."

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present… the Thunder Man!"

Thor emerged through the massive gates, clad in armor, wielding a shield and a spiked mace, looking like a Spartan warrior with his freshly shaved head.

"Notice his hands. They can spark!" the Grandmaster teased.

Soon, Thor's opponent entered the field.

Wearing a silver helmet, wielding a battle axe in one hand and a silver longsword in the other, the towering, muscular figure exuded a powerful aura.

With the Grandmaster's enthusiastic introduction, the hulking man grinned and bellowed, "Hey, kid! I'm Ares. Soon, you won't even recognize yourself in the mirror after I'm done with you."

Thor shot back with his own taunts, refusing to back down.

As the fight began, both were shocked by the other's strength.

Their powers seemed evenly matched, their physiques similar.

"Not bad, kid, but that's all you've got!"

Ares sneered, his sword slicing expertly, forcing Thor into a defensive scramble.

Without Mjolnir, Thor struggled to counter Ares, whose combat experience and mastery of his weapons gave him the upper hand.

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After only a brief clash, Thor found himself at a disadvantage.

With a loud clang, his longsword was cleaved in two, and he was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

Dust filled the air.

Glaring at the smug and overbearing Ares, Thor's face twisted with frustration.

"If only Mjölnir were still with me…"

Without his hammer, Thor felt powerless, as though his strength had abandoned him.

Ares didn't miss a beat, pinning Thor to the ground and raining punches down on him.

As the humiliation continued, Thor's rage boiled over, but he couldn't muster the strength to fight back.

Amidst his anger and despair, far away in Asgard, Odin suddenly sensed his son's plight. His expression darkened, and he quickly established a spiritual connection with Thor.

In a daze, Thor thought he saw his father.

"Father, I think I'm about to die," Thor murmured. "Without Mjölnir, I can't beat him…"

Draped in golden armor, Odin shook his head. "Thor, are you the God of Hammers?"

"That hammer was meant to help you channel your power and focus—it is not the source of your strength!"

Thor, stunned, asked, "Then what should I do?"

Odin offered no further explanation. Instead, he severed the connection and channeled his Odinforce, sending it toward Thor.

Ares continued to pummel Thor, his punches leaving the Thunder God bruised and battered.

Relishing the moment, Ares grinned, basking in the cheers of the massive crowd.

"ARES! ARES! ARES!"

The spectators chanted his name, their fervor only boosting his arrogance.

But as Ares reveled in his dominance, something changed.

Thor's eyes began to glow white and blue, crackling with the power of lightning.

Sparks of electricity danced across his body.

When Ares swung his fist again, Thor countered with his own punch.

Boom!

Lightning erupted as a massive bolt of energy exploded outward, sending Ares flying.

The muscular warrior crashed to the ground with a thunderous thud, unable to rise immediately.

In the audience, the Grandmaster, Loki, and countless others watched in stunned silence as Thor stood, his body pulsating with lightning.

Ares eventually staggered to his feet, disbelief etched across his face.

How had this guy suddenly become so powerful?

Unwilling to accept defeat, Ares charged again.

But as soon as he approached, Thor unleashed another punch, sending Ares flying once more. A wave of thunderous energy swept through the arena, shaking the ground and leaving the crowd in awe.

Witnessing this display, the audience erupted in cheers.

"THUNDER! THUNDER! THUNDER!"

Even the enslaved gladiators behind the railings, including Korg, joined in the chant.

However, in the midst of this celebration, the Grandmaster's expression darkened.

As Thor, still crackling with power, approached the fallen Ares, the Grandmaster silently retrieved the remote control for the neural paralyzer.

With a press of the button, Thor's electrical aura vanished, and he collapsed, convulsing on the ground.

Smiling once again, the Grandmaster seemed satisfied.

Loki glanced at him with a mix of surprise and unease, while Valkyrie, watching from her ship, shook her head in disappointment and turned away, sipping her drink.

In the arena, Ares frowned as he watched Thor collapse.

Though he found such underhanded tactics distasteful, he couldn't help but smile.

After all, no one enjoys being beaten down, and Ares was no exception.

Approaching Thor, Ares smirked. "What happened to all that bravado just now? Look at you now!"

Thor gritted his teeth, struggling to speak. "Using dirty tricks… You're not a true warrior!"

Ares chuckled. "Doesn't matter—you've lost."

"It's time to finish you off and keep the tradition of death in the champion's arena alive."

With that, Ares raised his sword, stepping closer to Thor.

Hearing Ares' footsteps and seeing the blade drawing nearer, Thor's face filled with defiance.

Through clenched teeth, he growled, "My brother will avenge me!"

"Brother?" Ares paused, intrigued. "Another warrior like you?"

"This could be interesting. Now I want to meet this brother of yours. I'll make sure to give him a warm welcome—and send him to join you soon after."

Thor spat back, "You have no idea who you're talking about! My brother's power is beyond your comprehension.

"When he comes, all of you will pay!"

Ares froze for a moment, then laughed dismissively. He couldn't care less about Thor's threats.

One man against the Grandmaster's guards and advanced weaponry? Impossible.

With no hesitation, Ares raised his sword, ready to strike Thor down.

But before he could deliver the blow, the Grandmaster waved a hand, stopping him.

"Thunder Man, your brother… Is he that little light god?" the Grandmaster asked mockingly.

"I'd love to meet him. Let's give him a place in the arena too!"

The Grandmaster chuckled, and the audience burst into laughter.

Even the enslaved gladiators, including Korg, couldn't suppress their amusement.

Valkyrie shook her head, unwilling to take any of it seriously.

The only one who looked concerned was Loki.

Amidst the laughter, a figure clad in white appeared in the sky above the arena.

Floating gracefully, the figure descended slowly.

The arena fell silent.

Who was this?

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